Qiao Long raised an eyebrow and then shook his head, "Sorry, if it were just my own plan, I'd tell you right now, but I report to someone above me. Until he gives his nod, I'm afraid I can't tell you."
Gao Xin's eyes narrowed, realizing that within the entire Yakutza slave community, someone had already been secretly weaving a web.
They had established an escape group, and Qiao Long was just one of the organizers beneath it all.
Upon this realization, a thought suddenly struck him, "Could his surname be Lin?"
Gao Xin stared at Qiao Long, using his powerful ability to discern, he noticed the pupil of Qiao Long's eyes was rapidly changing, and even his breathing rhythm was disrupted.
But Qiao Long quickly recovered, his expression unchanged as he retorted, "What Lin? There's nobody with the surname Lin in our squad."
Gao Xin didn't press further, feeling like he had his answer.
"It's nothing, I just want to train a bit, is that okay?"